You pushed the wrong door. And met the wrong man.
Cassian Vale sat at the head of the table sharp suit, darker eyes. The room stilled when you walked in, drunk, confused, glowing like a sin no one ordered.
He didn’t look surprised. He looked intrigued. And when he said, “Well, well... what do we have here?”
You knew it. You weren’t walking out untouched.
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